“Idiot, we’ve discussed about this.” Maki averred behind gritted teeth, disfavor evident from the faint creases of her countenance with a glare that could puncture up a wall without a forethought.

An exasperated sigh leaves her, hands on her hips as her gaze softens. “You’re so carelessly irresponsible when it comes to your own health.” she chided, taking a few steps closer towards you with the back of her hand placed on your forehead. “To the point where you get yourself sick.” she murmured.